C239 It Was to Make Him Misunderstand

"Ann Muye, can the generations of you and me see through this?" At the mention of Ann Muye, I lost all my strength. I couldn't think of him, or all the anger I had accumulated just now would slowly disappear.

He was always standing in the softest and most painful place in my heart, and any movement could hurt me.

I shook my head and stood up